Though dusty wits dare scorn astrology, And fools can think those lamps of purest light, Whose numbers, ways, greatness, eternity, Promising wonders, wonder to invite, To have for no cause birthright in the sky, But for to spangle the black weeds of night; Or for some brawl, which in that chamber high They should still dance, to please a gazer's sight: For me, I do Nature unidle know, And know great causes great effects procure, And know those bodies high reign on the low. And if these rules did fail, proof makes me sure, Who oft fore-judge my after-following race By only those two eyes in Stella's face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: OVER THE MACKINAC by KAREN SWENSON METRICAL FEET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 2 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IN THE STILLNESS O' THE NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES |